They promised to stay.

 

They promised to stay

Nature is amazing, it's benefits finite

Nature provides the hills, it's use your perception

The hill is perfect, a good spot to feel the rays of the sun on my skin

The hill is perfect, a nice spot to give my problems a spin

Flashbacks of how they promised on the alter, memories of how they were happy saying "yes I do"

My 'beggeters' have slipped, they have left me in the cold; 

I wear a green sweater; one which hides tears; one that chokes so bad

My only hope the book be revised, my only hope the dark pages be plucked 

But until then, I'll read the dark pages of this book; a book may hands are not strong enough to rewrite...

© amimoh

To the girl at the cafeteria

To the girl at the cafeteria

To be honest am not a stalker, but for once someone's beauty is making my heart pop up

A real definition of beauty; the songs of lady bird, loud and in perfect tone 

She makes my school days; first time I saw her, ordered ten cups of tea just to stay and stare at her

I'm in love with the lady at the cafeteria, heard her name is Cynthia 

I don't know how to approach this lass at the cafeteria, I plan to go when the place close 

I'll tell her what I feel for her, just to make it clearer; who knows maybe she feels the same

But in case she rejects the son of man, I'll increase the number of tea cups I order, more stares at her until she give me a chance...

This girl at the cafeteria...

© amimoh

...pay close attention

 

...pay close attention to the music he listens to and the times he goes silent; you'll hear the loudest screams of a man dying on the inside...

© amimoh

Black is beauty

 

Black is beauty...

From the long gone ancestors of the great Nile

 to the present black women of our time

  The blessing portion of melanin of their skin still reveals beauty that lies within;

            black is beauty...

The uniqueness of their eloquent tone

  and the courage of a woman born of an African bone Reveals the beauty that dwells in our rich realm;

             black is beauty...

A continent defined by our skin color

 One producing stars; many in stages and global beauty parlors; Africa term blacks as her blessing; 

              black is beauty...

Black has always been out pride

 a gift they can never take from us 

 A coat every beautiful African woman wears in daylight; the colour that brings pride

              black is beauty...

So take pride in what you have

  Make not a stride to bleach it off 

   because it's the shield that keep Africa together; the mark that identify each African blood...

            let's embrace black... 

© amimoh

The voices

 

A strange voice is heard from a distance,

 it's the voice of the most hurt among them

Strange songs are heard by the lakeside,

 songs of souls begging for one more chance

Cold winds blow over the clear waters,

 winds of sorrow mourning the lost dreams; dreams of all who've drowned in the waters

The waters slap the rocks with utmost strength, strengths from their devastated souls

They beg for mercy

They beseech for pardon 

but the waters (being so heartless) drags them back in,

to weep, wail and suffer till end of time...

We only hope they find peace in there new home

We only hope they accept the new norm....

© amimoh

I fear...

 

I fear being strangled by my own flops one day

I fear getting parents sobbing out of dismay, disappointed in the one they regarded the game changer

I fear the crawly hands of the devil all over me, direct entry to underseas; suffering until I perish

I fear senescence with no vision; no achievements; no single memory to cherish

I fear everything against this personality; everything that makes me drown into fear

Drowning, with no hope of being rescued...

© amimoh

Maybe a break...

 

Maybe a break from reality would be better now

Maybe a dream that am already in a vow

or better still

Pretence that in my front everyone bows

Just need to feel good; be in that high mood

Cause nothing is okay now; am breaking

Always forcing happiness; am faking

I only hope it ends soon; cause if not, then I'll be stuck in this space: sad and alone

With nothing to spice up my mood...

© amimoh

...the moon

 

...the moon paints it all in glare picture; the lovers of true nature would call it "moon knight"...

GRANDDAD

 Granddad

I wonder why you left so early,

A (two months) difference and I would have seen your face ,

All the burning questions would have been answered, I would have understood the place,

They still tell stories of you though, how to them you set the pace ,

How to them you were a hero, all the achievements you made ,

Some say I resemble you ,but no photos on the wall as proof, all that an adage ,

They even gave me your first name to confirm it, said they had to retain the image ,

But doubts linger in this; 

What if am not like you?

What if all this locks me up in a cage? 

What if we end up not reading the same page and I become another savage. 

That's why I make no promises, 

That's why I close doors to all visions ,

and prepare myself for anything :

So that incase it goes sideways and I don't impress the lineage; you'll all rest assured that am building another line;

A line of legacy...

© amimoh

Maybe not a cony...

 

maybe not a cony

          nor an enemy

          no conversations

          no jokes 

          no roasts

          talkative though

          and charming

          am addicted

          (to someone's)

           toxic insanity...

© amimoh

Still Healing

 Still healing

There was before you

There was during you

But I never thought for some reason

There would be an after you

But there was and I was in it

And I'll not lie, it broke me, am still healing

I guess the sores will be there forever

I guess I'll never see the you of those days...

© amimoh

I have a friend

 

Many say my pen paint emotions clear

Some say my writing always gets the message home 

Yet to others it's a way of getting to relax in their perfect form 

Today I write to please a soul that is of my replica

I spit emotions to share joy of a great day (which to my heart- is a massacre)

A friendship so defined, though it's only been a week now

I have a friend I can confide in, one I can publicly say I love

An ally I talk to openly, one to which my personality is straight - not a curve

I have a friend so synonymous to me, I only wish I meet the soul soon

A strong personality, always hoping to be one of the best  

I only hope my friend never sobs 

I only hope my friend stay strong against all odds

But incase something come up and open fresh the scars of an ugly past, I hope my friend

shares and together, a solution be found.

Because it's love and honesty that defines it all, only friendship that breathes can battle it all...

I have a real friend...

© amimoh

IT WAS NORMAL...

 

It was normal before you

It felt good during you

Though not a thought came to my mind that there would be an after you

It's here now and it's killing me

I only hope we go back to the pages with you present

I only hope these last pages are plucked...

© amimoh

Dark

 

Dark

Holy crows

Daily mourns 

Dark souls

It's the song from the underworld

The nightmares of my soul in fate 

Black is the colour they praise here 

Dark magic is the force that runs here 

I am here and I don't like it

I am tied and I can feel it 

Only fed by the agent crows 

Only learning from what I know

That the underworld is awful and I don't like it.

© amimoh

IT'S HER NEST

 The Nest

Inquire on censure and she'll answer you

Talk of violence without rebute, a pro

It's a blame game on her by the society she created

Haltering her esteem and beliefs, 

Only finds comfort in her nest, it's somehow peaceful there.

The nights of merry are all gone

The ugly truth, blames on her is all that downs

She can't give him a little one and it's not her choice

Four consecutive miscarriages, it's like noise

She only resolves for the nest, maybe it has answers

This is her story, questions of why her

All the expensive toys, two at table, no child

It's riches with no single descendant, Husband without a recognized seed

Where did she go wrong, thought they had the guild right 

With a million lines of unanswered questions, she opts for her nest. 

Maybe, just maybe she'll find answers there...

© amimoh

I FELT NOTHING

 I felt nothing

Hopes of a strong bond

Grins of a well tied knot

Assurance that it's now a norm

You fibbed 

I'm only glad, I felt nothing

Amenability was the issue 

You drew on me, I don't blame you

Still don't understand what you would gain

I only know it was meant to sway me

Guess what, I felt nothing

You changed but the memories didn't

All wishes faded but beliefs didn't

I wish your homeboy cozen you

I wish your homeboy rips your hurt out

I strongly wish you feel the worst of hatred and deceit

Maybe I'll be better than you, maybe more resilient than you ( because I, on the side, felt nothing)

© amimoh 

MY VILLAGE SCHOLARS

 

My village scholars

The prominence of a village is slowly coming to shape

Tears of agony and belittlement is slowly wiped by brains

Breaking all the chains that held us captive

My village scholars are slowly changing what enemies termed our fate

A little time back one could look at a lost era

One that knew not of education, it wasn't any better

Poverty and confusion reigned, we only hoped for a savior

But now we soar on national stages, doing what they call wonders 

My society people are making us proud, education is doing wonders

Give back to the society than made you 

Take back if you remember what you went through

It's only you to make a change, you to make it new

My village scholars must change the trend, make them see the proof

Proof that with education it can be done, 

Proof that with dedication it can be done 

  All the proof that with unity all of us can learn 

   That a difference can be made

    So make a difference....

© amimoh

GONE

 Gone...

The stars still make the pattern they did when we were together. 

They still shine brighter when I look up. 

Guess somebody should tell them we're only history now. 

They should know it's all gone. They should. 

© amimoh 

HOW HOLY?

 How holy? 

There's this holy lass next door, calls herself a virago

This religious colleen is so 'loving' (even invites her male friends whenever bored)

And you'd hear claps from the inside once the door shut, maybe they're in 'praise'

But just how holy is she? 

This holy lass respects religion, advices we stay away from temptation

No wonder her dustbin is full of empty sheath packs, throws them away - she doesn't like them 

No wonder her friends call her a nun in disguise, she's that holy

But just how holy?

I tried my lines on the holy colleen the other day

Called me a bozo, told me to stay away

Only agreed when I mentioned a night praise, nay 

"Come prepared", maybe she's referring to the good book 

Don't know whether I should go though... 

Cause just how holy is she?

© amimoh

SOCIAL PRESSURE

 Social pressure

Silent flows 

Soft mows

Deadly blows

Social pressure at a glance 

A deadly attack on our triumph

Full wrath on the weak hearts

The blade that cuts very deep

Fear of breaking bonds 

Hears of the hateful songs 

Brushing off on the soft spots 

Intimidation without self protection

Societal expectations with no bounds

It's the only blade that cuts deep enough

Done with this sort out agenda 

I'm done with this drive of no calendar

Seeking what I never lost

Shaking bits of reality, want it by force

Always making me bleed 

That blade that cuts so deep...

© amimoh

A PUPPET THAT ONE

 A PUPPET THAT ONE 

Look at the king yawning in his throne

The so called leader is in fear

In doubt whether he should be here 

One with a scepture but can't command 

Only questions of why he has the hand

Is it really supposed to be him? 

Allies believe it's the king's calling

Of course he made calls to get there

Some say it took courage 

Maybe bumping off many in courage to get there

A king with no prowess, no he can't lead

   Is it supposed to be him though? 

He's a puppet king, confirmed

Vulnerable to induced swings, no stand 

Though he plays his cards right 

Only a matter of time(it'll turn dark from bright)

The king is clueless; nothing but promises

   Was he the best we could find? 

Respondents say they never placed him there

Allies say the he deserves the throne 

Yet to dynasties, a puppet in war fair

He's trying but not the right way

A king with no voice of command 

Only questions of constant reassertion 

Is it really supposed to be him?

© amimoh

Diffidence (part 1)

Diffidence

Never assimilated it at first,envisioned it as a stage in life  

    Cronies noticed but none gave a leadoff step

    Then pappy said it "he'll interact with 'dolls' and pull through" , but all this was oddity... 

   Took away six years of my youth,, could've built what I struggle to bring off now... 

   Sometimes I demand a refund from time; think it wronged me

    But all cooks up anger and regrets, questions of why I never departed early enough

   Questions of why I never fought it with everything I've got

    

   Still rosy though... 

©amimoh

                                                            

Let's give it a break she said...

 Let's give it a break she said 

"Take it not too fast" 

Why not give it a break she said

Reasons he never wanted to know of 

A break he never bothered to call off

Met her in a safe space chat

Two, three, four weeks and it was a blast

Mutual feelings developed so fast, would have thought it was a curse

Never for once did he imagine this early cut

He hates her not, just the undecided heart

He drowns in thoughts

Just hoping it'll make sense

Hoping the heart finally make a fence 

And bring meaning to a statement he never understood

Cause what's the meaning of taking a break?

  Does it mean his heart stop beating?...

©amimoh 

Naughty Kyra

It's naughty Kyra

 Met her on Thursday, first date on Friday, hanky panky on Saturday (It was that quick)

 Looked at me and asked the obvious question; what are we now? 

Honestly I didn't know, maybe nymphos. Only sure 'lovers' wasn't the word for that 

Ooh look at the lass who says she dates not cheap guys, like she's not one

Take a look at one who says she's a devoted church girl, gave it to me on a sabbath 

Only hate how she goes around telling people she left be broke, well I also broke her back

Somebody tell Kyra she's a Doxy. My homie is interested in her. 

Let me be her manager in business. I know all she can offer. 

Ooh this one... 

©amimoh

FreeDumb is Here

 FreeDumb is Here

He's shedding tears now, look 

He's in regrets, just look at him 

Sent to represent the interest of the lion supreme

One who told him he'll be a hero if he goes to the streets 

Only forgot to tell him the body's no steel 

Maybe forgot to ask him who'll raise his family once he's gone 

He's dying, oh look, he's leaving us

Where's the beauty of fighting in ignorance 

Somebody tell me the good in fighting for the freedom not ours but for them 

Convince me on the positives of a divided people: difference only a piece of cloth 

Look at the society that still utter the word unity 

Crumbling on the same utterance, maybe the word itself in pity

We're falling, we're surely going down

Keep me in your hearts when I'm gone, the lion roars

I'm trying my best to save what's lost, affirms the one in power

He's a distraction, one that is to blame (words of the third party, allied to second) 

Just give us peace and survival, the songs of us majority

We who are never heard until we fight

We who will never learn until there are cries

Cries from a battle we fight not for us, but for the lion supreme

The lion supreme...

The lion supreme...

©amimoh